Pit. And then Iafter M. Greluche had donetook my turn, and that is how I know you, madame. I also have the honor of knowing your father. I have often seen him by the porters lodge at the theater, waiting for

Pit.Indiana and Charlemagne, and the part of Indiana written out separately by my own hand. Knowing the play only through the ordinary text, one cant possibly get the right idea. Here is your part alone, with all the traditions noted in the margin.

Gil. For the performance, you know, which I am to take part in: Indiana and Charlemagneburlesque. You gave your consent, you remember, because it is for a charitable object. M. Pitou has been kind enough to come here to rehearse the

Gil. I thought you were going to make some reasonable request! How can I draw back from the entertainment now? Oh, no, Henri, I couldnt possibly! Besides, youll see how pretty I look in the stevedore costume, if I must wear one, or in any other. I shall be a great success, and you will be pleased, because Im your wife, you know.

Bar. Welljust imaginean hour ago, while I was quietly sitting at home, a gentleman was announced whom I had never heard of, and he sent up word to say that he had come to buy tickets. Its being for charity, you know, I ordered the gentleman to be shown up-stairs. He informed me that he was from a ticket agency. He said, if I would let him have a certain number of tickets, he would pay me the money for them, andlistenwould give me five hundred francs as premium besides! What was I to do? It was for the poor, and so I took the five hundred francs, and here they are.

Val. What, I not know? How can you say such a thing! I, who have been sitting up all night? Now you shall just see how I repeat my lines without the part in my hand; yes, without the part! (To BARONESS.) But youll prompt me?

Val. We will attend to the scenery at once. (Placing two chairs in the middle of the room.) Here is the wall separating the two apartments, and here, between the two chairs, is the door. (Gets a third chair.) Now, Indiana is in her room, and Charlemagne in his.